After practice

Walking into the house after the typical alternating Thursdays bag skate I still feel like I am ready to collapse. Just after I set my bag down and start to think about going for a nap my phone rings, and by the ring tone, it's Jamie. Remembering that Jennifer asked me to fix her water this morning I figured I might have had a few minutes of reprieve before she hounded me.

A little harsher than I mean to I answered the phone I go straight into a rant, "Yes I know, your stupid water is out and you want me to fix it. Well I just walked in the damn door from practice. I am sore and tired so unless you can fix one of those, you will wait till I am ready!"

"Hello to you to."

Immediately feeling bad I apologize, "Sorry Jamie coach was extra pissy today. He worked us a lot harder than normal. I will be right over."

One of the weird things about marrying an identical twin is that while there are subtle differences in their personality, they both often love the same things, case in point is where we live. While Jennifer and I were looking for a home Jamie happened to start looking at the same time. Eventually both of us ended up buying apartments in the same upscale apartment complex, she is three places over from us. That is how she knew exactly when I got home.

"While I will greatly appreciate that, it's not why I called. Jennifer got sent to New York as there are serious discrepancies in the DeHouser folder that required her to go rerun the numbers immediately with the actual paper invoices. She should be home on Tuesday."

"Why didn't she just text me?"

With a slight giggle, "She has to pick up a new phone there as she dropped hers in... the toilet. So not only a crack from being... nailed hard, it got filled up with... dirty water." At which point she laughs hysterically.

After groaning at her bad innuendos and a few more minutes of polite small talk on the phone as I walked over to her apartment we end the call. After hanging up I knock on her door when with a look of surprise on her face she offers, "Wow, prompt service."

With an attempt to joke back through my exhaustion I quip, "For you my lady, anything." I offer her a deep servitude style bow.

"Ha, ha, ha. You win." She happily resigns. Slipping past her I head to the kitchen to troubleshoot her water problem.

After spending about twenty minutes I figure out that the problem is being caused by a faulty water valve on her hot water heater. Probing as to anyone working on it, she informs me that her inept boyfriend replaced her hot water heater yesterday. Something about upgrading to an ultra-high efficiency for the environment. During some more idle conversation I inform her that the one I had installed 2 years prior was a high efficiency one, only slightly less efficient, and much cheaper.

"You mean I wasted that two thousand bucks? Well shit! How hard will it be for you to fix the problem?"

"Not totally wasted, you gained probably five percent efficiency, so it will pay itself back in about fifty five years. Also, not hard, just need to go get a new valve and then about half an hour to put in."

In a suddenly excited state she wraps her arms arms around me hugging me firmly.

Pulling back from her a bit I ask in an offhanded manor, "Tell you what, if I can get it fixed will you see about using those sports medicine and reflexology skills you learned in school to help with my sore muscles. Fair trade?"

"I own and manage three spas and have 65 employees. Why don't I get you into one of them?" Jamie replies with a tone of utter contempt that I would ask such a thing.

"Did I say 30 minutes? Sorry I meant tomorrow or the day after." I retort in an equally vile tone.

"Fine, screw off and I will just get Matt to fix it. I will call him right now. Goodbye!"

As I march out of her house back to my own I can't help but feel like that was the wrong way to approach this as Jamie being this mad at me will certainly whine to her sister about me again.